On the fifth day, they crested a hill, and Laura gasped at the sight below. While she had expected another territory like the others—perhaps a village or fortress—what sprawled before her was nothing short of magnificent.
A massive mansion of white stone stood in a clearing, surrounded by perfectly manicured gardens. Fountains sparkled in the sunlight, and Laura could make out figures moving along the pathways—servants, guards, and what appeared to be visitors from different packs.
"Welcome to my home," Nikolai said with unmistakable pride.
"This isn't a pack territory," Laura said, stunned.
"No," he agreed. "It's something better."
As they rode closer, Laura took in the details. Unlike Dante's wild, natural territory or Lucian's imposing fortress, Nikolai's estate spoke of wealth and
